Letters For Indie

~Chapter 9~

Who needs friends when you have Netflix and a big tub of Three Chocolate Swirl icecream?

Oh, who am I kidding?

It's Friday evening and I'm sitting in the living room miserably, watching movies by myself. Damn, Channing Tatum has really toned abs.

I scooped out a big spoonful of the creamy goodness and shoved it into my mouth, my eyes fixed on the screen.

Martin was out at a dinner meeting with one of his co-workers, and Jewel was in the dining room, tapping away intently on her laptop.

Thankfully, the rest of my first week in Hallowsbury went by really quick. I spent most of my time cooped up in my room working on assignments for school.

If I had any free time on my hands, I called my friends back in Marrowstone to catch up.

And get this-- I didn't have to eat at my deserted table anymore.

I spent lunchtime with Gabriella and some of her other friends.

The more I talked to her, the more I came to like her. Gabby wasn't just an extremely annoying chatterbox. She listens as well as she talks, and has a pretty good sense of humor.

I felt the couch sink down on one side as Jewel sat down next to me. She gave me an enthusiastic smile and crossed her legs.

"Any plans for this evening Indie?" Um yes, I am preoccupied with Channing's hotness.

I shook my head no and kept my eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"You know, a bunch of those high school kids do this bonfire thing by the beach every Friday. I've seen it before while driving by."

I glanced at her with a blank stare.

"It would be a great way to meet some friends. Maybe you could check it out."

Gosh woman, stop trying to bond with me.

"Meet any cute boys at school?" Now that got my attention

"Nope," I said, popping the "p".

"Well if you like tanned guys with a body like that," she motioned towards Channing Tatum walking in slow motion across the screen, "then Hallowsbury is your kind of place."

I softly giggled, but only to be nice. I refuse to "girl talk" with Jewel.

Beep.

My hands wandered to my phone on the coffee table. It was Gabriella.

Gabby: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girly.

Me: Hi.

Gabby: R u up for the beach bonfire?

Me: I don't know...maybe.

Gabby: Come on, it'll be fun! I'll be at your house in ten.

Me: Nooooooo :P

Gabby: Get your butt off the couch and get ready :P

I pushed myself off of the couch and headed upstairs, leaving Jewel on the couch with my beloved Channing.

Do I really want to sit around a stuffy fire with a bunch of sweaty, hormonal teenagers?

Sure. It'll be lovely.

I changed into a thin, full sleeved black and pink shirt with a pretty floral design. I also wore white jeans with my brand-new gray chukka boots.

Letting my hair loose into their natural, silky waves, I pulled a knitted beanie over my head.